Overview

Someone should tell Tate Brewer that one-night stands aren't supposed to come with a sequel.I've learned the hard way-don't be reckless with anything, least of all my heart. But after one too many vodka sodas, saying yes to a much younger, devastatingly smooth stranger for one wild night seems like the perfect way to forget my brutal divorce. I even gave him a fake name. What could go wrong?You'd be surprised.Because instead of being my spicy little secret, Tate is now the chief marketing officer at my new job. He's determined to prove our night together was only the beginning-and he has the tools to do it.Chiseled jaw. Washboard abs. Effortless charm. He's as sinful as he is sweet and knows exactly how to get under my skin and melt my defenses.I wanted a one-night stand. Instead, I got a "situation."